An adventurer waits upon you one of these days and offers
you on terms absurdly easy some diamond-field in Africa, or
silver-mine in Nevada, or ruby-mine in Burmah--a few shares at
a trifling cost will make you a millionaire. You are smitten;
your brain is filled with pleasant dreams; and without the least
investigation, you invest your good money to find ere long
that you have been cruelly deceived. Will the public greatly
pity you? They will not. There was a personal moral fault at
the bottom of your misfortune. You were willingly ignorant,
you were easily blinded, because of your inordinate desires.
So is it in all temptations of life to which we fall a prey. A
certain morbid disposition of soul is the secret of our loss or
ruin.--W. L. WATKINSON, “The Transfigured Sackcloth.”
(744)
=Despair Relieved=--See EXTREMITY NOT FINAL.
=Desperate Remedy=--See LAST RESORT OF A WOMAN.